Unexpected bride

Katherine's POV

The music in the club is blaring, and the dance floor is a sea of girls moving to the rhythm. The atmosphere inside the clubhouse is a complex blend of emotions: joy, liberation, excitement, and, notably, an undercurrent of sexual tension.

Amidst the revelry, I find myself to be the exception. I'm yearning to drown my sorrows in alcohol, while all around me, people revel in the night's festivities. My best friend, Gina, observes me with a look of sympathy.

"I can't stand him, Gina. I absolutely can't," I lament, emptying the last of the alcohol into my system.

Gina attempts to console me, placing a reassuring hand on my shoulder. "Come on, darling, you've got to let go. Let's make the most of tonight."

But my inconsolable heart isn't ready to be comforted. Tears start to stream down my face, and Gina lets out a sigh of resignation. She's probably exhausted from repeatedly assuring me that everything will eventually be alright.

She wants to enjoy the party but having me around is ruining everything for her. She must feel it is a big mistake bringing me here in the first place. I know she brought the idea of a party, just to cheer me up but I am pathetic. No

"I will deal with him when next we see", I burp and wipe my tears with the back of my palm.

"I won't bear his kids anymore. I won't.....", I say and belch again.

"I told you to forget about him already, didn't I?" I can sense her irritation.

I am shocked at the tone she is using with me. I just want to talk about Ed all night so I can eventually forget about him by tomorrow. Why can't she just understand?

"Are you shouting at me, Gina?" I point my index finger at her chest in question. Gina shakes her head and pulls me to her body.

"I just want you to hear me because of the loud music", she whispers in my ears, defending herself and rocking my body to hers like a baby. She wipes my remaining tears with her thumb.

"It's ok, baby. You know I love you, don't you?"

I nod and disengage from the hug. I am beginning to feel pressed so I stand up abruptly and sway a little. Gina stands up to help me so I won't fall.

"Where are you going?"

"I want to pee," I answer.

"Let me go with you", Gina suggests.

"No", I laugh out loud. "I'll be right back." I move away from her hold.

"You sure?"

"Yep", I reply before staggering away to the bathroom. I know my friend will use the little time to her advantage before I am back as I see a guy throw a wink in her direction.

My eyes are becoming smaller and I am finding it difficult to locate the washroom. I realize how drunk I am. I rub my eyes with the back of my right hand so I can see clearer. I see the washroom is a few distances away.

"Fuck you, Edward. I hate you", I cry as I put my two hands on the walls to guide me to the tiny corridor leading to the washroom.

My legs are shaking as I walk and I am trying to get my balance. I almost fall in frustration. When I stand upright in tiredness, the door to the washroom is in front of me. I push the door open with my left leg and enter.

When I am about to zip down my skirt to make it easier for me to quickly urinate after entering the first toilet, a guy comes out of the second one. He is also zipping his trousers up.

He looks shocked when he sees me.

"What are you doing here?" I ask him.

"What are you doing here?" He demands too.

I am peering at him and wondering why he is in the female washroom instead of the male.

"You seem drunk", he mocks and strides to the mirror to wash his hand.

I feel hurt by his statement.

"How dare you call me a drunk?" I follow him angrily.

I was drinking so I could forget my sorrow of how Edward dumped me for a party girl. Drinking isn't helping me forget and here I am in a washroom with a man who is calling me a drunk.

The man appears to be taken aback by my shout. He veers around and folds his arms. "Aren't you drunk?"

"Of course not", I burp.

He chuckles lightly and turns back to finish washing his hands so he can go out.

"Pervert", I insult him. "I know you are in here because you want to catch a glimpse of the panties of all the girls that come in here."

"Will you shut the hell up?" He barks at me in annoyance. His eyes suddenly become red and I quiver in fear. I am scared of the tone of authority. He glares at me for a while before walking towards me.

He is a few steps away from me when I begin to walk backward, seeing the dangerous look on his face.

When my back hit the wall, I opened my eyes wide, with my heart hammering hard. I watch his face; his crystal blue eyes, the long pointed nose, the pink lips, the mustache, and his wavy black hair. He looks handsome and dangerous.

I like men like that which is why I fell hard for Edward.

The man's breath fans my neck, pulling me out of my reverie and I shudder. He moves his mouth close to my ears and whispers.

"I am a pervert, aren't I?"

I am becoming sober. I shake my head nervously.

When he does not say anything else, I gulp and look up towards the door to see what is written above it. I gasp softly when it dawns on her that I am in the wrong washroom.....I am in the male toilet.

"You just called me a pervert, didn't you?" I shake my head again as my eyes fall on him.

He straightens his tie and moves away with a satisfied grin on my face. "I can get any woman I want with my charms", he leans forward to whisper in my ears. "You are inclusive. I know I am handsome so stop ogling me."

He walks graciously to the door. Before he can go out, I begin to feel sober again and I stop him.

"I wasn't staring at you. Besides, you aren't handsome to me. My boyfriend is way more handsome. You don't need to feel so confident about getting any girl you want, me inclusive."

I roll my eyes, ignoring the pounding of my heart. I don't want him to think I find him attractive, he is too confident in his looks and I hate to admit my emotions to men like that

"Really?" He smirks.

"Yes."

He saunters back to where I am standing.

"If your boyfriend is more handsome, you won't be looking at me that way. Besides, what are you doing here all alone and wasted?" He folds his arm in front of me. He seems to be fond of doing that.

"Who told you I am here alone?" I laugh, pretending to be happy.

"If you are with your boyfriend, you won't be this drunk", he states.

I fall silent. I don't know how to reply to him. I am suddenly speechless.

I move away from his view and ask. "Are you a psychologist?" He only smiles.

I turn to go into the toilet to urinate and I can feel his eyes on me.

****

Teddy's POV

I am in the same spot, waiting for her.

My imagination is already running wild. I am seeing this as an avenue to get laid....to fulfill one of my fantasies of having sex in the washroom. I also want to prove to the girl that I can indeed get any girl I want, my charms are always at work.

I came to the party with the sole aim of getting laid and relaxing for the night after two whole weeks of working nonstop.

When she comes out of the toilet, she sees me standing in the same position.

She is about to say something when I say.

"How about I kiss you just to prove that you aren't attracted to me?"

"What?" She exclaims and scoffs. "Do I look like some cheap slut to you?"

"No. You look decent but I just want to be sure you aren't attracted to me as you claimed."

I can see she lied. She finds me attractive. I know I am the most handsome man she has ever seen in her entire life. But she didn't want me to know that.

She has not recovered from the shock of my question when I place my hand on her waist and the next minute, my lips are on hers.

She gasped as I kissed her softly. Her eyes are wide open in surprise and I can hear her heart beating twice its normal rate. My eyes are also open because I want to see her expression.

I can sense her thoughts. She can't believe she is kissing another man just a day after breaking up with her first boyfriend. She feels she is cheating on him. She has never kissed anyone else but her first boyfriend. Kissing another man who is me feels different. I know all of this from her expression.

I am gentle with her. When I bite her lower lips, she releases a moan and closes her eyes to enjoy the moment, forgetting the fact that she is trying to hide her emotions from the man standing before her.

I close my eyes to trail my hand down her thigh and raise her left leg. She gasps again. Still kissing her, I carry her with the left leg to the slab, placing her back in the large mirror. I don't stop kissing her as I find my way out of my trousers and shorts.

I guide her out of her dress too and stop kissing her.

"Should I go....."

She nods in anticipation, breathing hard.

When I enter her, I know it is time to let go of the past and start getting the sexual desires and fantasies I have been depriving of myself for many years.

The last time I had sex was years ago.

Jaden's POV

The elevator chimes as it reaches its destination, and I step out with my secretary following closely behind. My phone is pressed to my ear, and I'm talking to a client. I'm not just the boss of Durante Textile Ltd; I'm also one of the youngest billionaires in America. I own many businesses in places like Texas, New York, California, and even Canada. My dad is a billionaire too, and I'm his only child.

"Let's plan to meet next week, Mr. Felix. I'll have my secretary set up the appointment," I say as I walk toward my office.

"Okay, thank you," I say as I end the call, having heard what the person on the other end had to say.

"Alright, thank you", I utter and disconnect the call, after hearing what the person on the other side said to me.

It is just 11 a.m. and I have attended two business meetings already....one of the meetings was within the company and the other was outside the company. I am just coming back with my secretary, Lori whose hand is filled with lots of files. She isn't looking happy because of loads of work to do before the close of the day.

"Get the work done and bring them to my office as soon as possible, Lori", I stop walking and instruct her before opening my office door.

Lori nods and walks to her own office in the opposite direction.

I heave a sigh of relief as I enter my office. I am damn tired already.

It's been three months since I last had a good time. Loads of work are taking a toll on me already. Just the day before, I was feeling feverish.

When I stroll close to my seat, I slump in it and twirl the chair around after letting go of my coat.

I know this is what it takes to keep maintaining my position as the youngest billionaire in New York and one of the youngest billionaires in America and this is what I will keep doing. I don't want to disappoint my father who thinks I can't maintain this position without his help.

I am always attending business meetings upon meetings, strategizing new ways to move my business forward, and thinking of new ideas to invest in as well as establishing new companies in different parts of the world. I am already dominating America and Canada, while Russia and China are my next target areas. I have a big dream and I am willing to achieve it all, no matter what it takes and how long it will take me.

The chair stops twirling and I open my laptop to begin work as always. The last time I went to a party with Dylan, I knew I wouldn't have time for such again for the rest of the year and the next time I go to a party might be in a year. My work doesn't give me the time to enjoy or have fun, I am always working, even while at home.

I am going through some files online when I hear a knock on the door.

I look up and say. "Come in."

The door opens and Rita walks in graciously. The door opens again and Lori, my secretary, bursts in.

"I told her not to come in, sir", Lori explains, breathing heavily.

"It's ok. You can go." I tell her. She nods and gives Tessa a cold glare before walking out.

"Hello to you, Jaden", Rita smiles and walks up to me.

"What are you doing here, Rita?" I ask with all seriousness. I have a lot to do and her presence will distract me.

"I came to see you, baby boy", she rounds the table and stops right in front of my desk. "How is my baby doing?" She touches my mustache. I hit her hand away in annoyance.

"I thought I told you off last time. And how many times have I told you not to barge into my office the way you like?"

"Well, I knocked before coming in, didn't I?" She flashes me a smile.

I watch her carefully. Her lips are painted red. She is wearing blue long sleeves-with a black skirt that is way too short. I know what she is here for.

To seduce me as always.

I have never seen Rita with a dress below her knee. She is always in dresses that barely cover her thighs and buttocks whenever she bends down.

"Get out," I order.

"What?"

I gaze at her, wondering why she finds my order surprising. This isn't the first time I will ask her out. "I said get out, Rita. I'm busy."

"I know you are busy. I can wait for you or come back later", her voice is low. This is her trick. She knows how to get me.

"Don't wait. Just go."

"Really?"

"Really. Rita, please excuse me." I am trying to control my anger. She is becoming unbearable.

"What if I don't want to excuse you?" She folds her arms, looking defiant and ready to dare me to throw her out.

"I'm going to have to call the security if you don't....." I am cut short by her next action.

She unbuttons her shirt, showing her cleavage. Her boobs are big and she bends down a little to give me a clear view. She brings her tongue out to lick her lips. I find the action arousing.

"You were saying something, Jaden." She jerks me out of my reverie.

"Uhmm, yes. I asked you out." I mumble, trying to compose myself. I can feel my erect bulge already.

"Oh!" She stands upright. "Alright", she picked up her bag which she dumped on the seat opposite me. I didn't notice she came in with the bag.

"I'll see you around then." She swings her hips as she catwalks to the door.

The night with that girl at the club three months ago woke up something dead in me. My sexual urges have been back since then and it is stronger now. I find myself having sex with any girl that I can find.

What I do is ask Dylan to bring a girl to my suite for a one-night stand and I will dump her the next day but ever since the night with Rita, she keeps coming back for more. She had made my fantasies of having sex in the office come true.

I am too aroused to think of my ego right now so I call her back. "Wait."

I see the smirk on her face. Her trick has worked. She is gradually becoming a thing around my neck.

'Well, I have nothing to lose. When I am tired of her, I will dump her', I say inwardly.

She turns around slowly. "Did you call me back?"

"Stop being sarcastic and yes, I called you," I growl in irritation.

I stand up and she runs into my arms.

"I knew it. I know you can't resist me." She becomes giddy in excitement.

I am tempted to push her away to prove to her that I can resist her but I am damn horny, all thanks to her. I have to swallow my pride to get what I want. She is a beautiful woman but I feel nothing for her.

"You are always here when I need you", I say instead and kiss her. She moans loudly and quickly unbuttons her shirt. Our lips move in sync and with urgency. She is a wild girl.

When her clothes are off, I turn her around so she will face the table. I begin to realize my fantasy again with her as our moans fill the room for more than half an hour.

Kate's POV

"Will you be my date tonight, Kate?" Frank questions me. I blink at him severally with different thoughts running through my mind.

I am still trying to get over my ex-boyfriend. I didn't wish to see him ever since he broke up with me and I haven't seen him. Now, I wish to see him, even if it is just once so I can ask him to give me a genuine reason for breaking up with me.

I gave him all I had, my heart, body, and soul. I loved him wholeheartedly but all he did was break my heart into shreds. I am still trying to pick up the pieces of my broken heart and trying to fix them back in their position. I am hoping that one day, it will heal.

Hearing Frank asking me out on a date is bringing back the pain. It's been three months since Edward broke up with me but it still feels like a day since it happened. This is because the hurt is still fresh in my heart.

I don't know what to say to Frank. I don't want him to get the wrong idea of me. He already asked me to be his girlfriend but I rejected him. If I accept to go on this date, does it mean I am his girlfriend? I know I am not ready for another relationship. It is too early.

"Kate", Gina calls, jerking me out of my reverie. We are sitting in the school cafeteria and he is asking me this question after we've had lunch.

I have been feeling unwell since I got to school this morning so I told Gina I am going to skip the rest of the classes after lunch.

"Alright, Frank." I finally give in. He beams in excitement and Gina claps her hands.

"But I'm still not your girlfriend", I state loudly to his hearing. His body is calm as I say that. He quickly replace the hurt on his face with a smile.

"It's ok. We will take it slow."

"Alright", I stand up. Gina does the same as I fling my schoolbag to my shoulder, ready to go home. I am beginning to feel dizzy again just like I felt earlier this morning before my first class and I wonder why.

"We will get going, Frank. Thanks for lunch." Gina appreciates him.

"My pleasure", he replies with a wide grin. He is really happy and excited about tonight.

"Bye, Frank", I wave at him and walk towards the exit with Gina.

"Alright, Kate. I will come to pick you up when it's time", He shouts after us.

I look back and nod at him with a sweet smile.

"I'm going to skip class too," Gina mutters as we are walking towards the campus gate. I intend to go get a cab.

"You don't need to", I object.

"I'll take you home", she insists.

I smile at my friend in gratitude. Since I started feeling feverish and dizzy, I have been thinking that it must have something to do with the exercise routine I just commenced after three months. I stopped exercising after the breakup and I just picked the habit up again the day before.

"Someone is going out on a date. Someone is going to be someone's girlfriend", Gina sings.

"Gina, it's just a date. Besides, it's too soon, I'm not ready. It's just three months...."

"Is three months not enough to cry over spilled milk?" She questions with a wide eye.

"I feel it's too soon."

"Relax babe, just go along with the flow and see how it turns out. I want you to enjoy tonight. The last time you had fun was three months ago, remember?"

"That was a disaster," I tell her, remembering what happened and the sex between me and the stranger.

"Disaster indeed." Gina laughs. "Because you got banged."

"Stop it already please", I beg her to stop teasing. I am uncomfortable whenever she talks about it.

"I wonder why you don't like talking about that night", she states.

"Because I am not proud of it", I admit.

"What?" Gina snickers as she brings out her car keys from her bag and dangles them. "You are not proud of something as amazing as you getting laid on the second day after your break up? It's something to be proud of, if you are not proud of it, well I am super proud of you, baby girl."

"Whatever."

"Whatever", Gina rolls her eyes at me.

We both laugh. We get to the parking lot and find our way to Pamela's car.

"Frank will be really happy if you accept him, you know?"

"Shut up and let's go", I snap at her.

A wave of dizziness sweeps through me again and I almost stumbled to the ground but I grip the car handle. I hold it firmly and close my eyes. When I open it, Gina is already inside the car and looking at me carefully.

"What is it, Kate?"

I want to reply but no word is coming out. The moment I close my eyes again, I find myself falling to the ground and losing consciousness.

****

When I wake up, I feel someone's grip on my hand.

It is Gina.

Gina is sitting beside the bed looking at me in pity. When she notices my opened eyes, she sits upright.

"Kate", she calls.

"My daughter", another voice says. This is when I realize my mother is on the other side of my bed. I turn slowly to meet the green eyes of my mother. I am the exact replica of her except for my hair which is auburn.

"Mom?" I call softly.

"You scared us", she hugs me briefly on the bed. When she pulls away, I can see how teary she is.

My mother is a strict but emotional woman. Ever since my father died, she has been working her ass off to put food on the table and to make sure I go to school.

"What happened, Mom?" I demand with curiosity.

"You lost consciousness", she informs me.

I nod as I recall what happened. I turn to face Gina. She smiles at me and touches my hand again.

"I was damn scared."

"What did the doctor say? I'm still feeling feverish", I ignore her comment and grimace in pain.

"He carried out a test on you but he is yet to tell us what it is", Gina answers.

"I hope it's nothing serious. I can't afford to lose you", she pecks my forehead.

"I'll be fine, Mom," I assure her.

We fall silent and I watch Mom, hoping all is well with me. I know my mother will be heartbroken if it turns out to be a life-threatening disease. I am yet to figure out what it can be when someone enters.

It is the doctor.

"Doctor", my mother stands up abruptly.

"You are awake", the doctor beams at me. I nod in reply. "Good."

"I hope all is well?" My mother asks the doctor who is still smiling.

"It's good news", he grins widely.

Gina and I share a look. My mother is still looking at the doctor in anticipation. The smile on the doctor's face is evident enough that it isn't something bad, even before he said it is good news.

I wonder what the good news is.

"Your daughter is 3 months pregnant. Congratulations", the doctor announced.

What?" We all exclaimed in shock.